2 And can no sov'reign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly? 3 There is a great physician near, Look up, O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles, appear Such ease as nature cannot give! 4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood, Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear sacred flood

Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo.

HYMN 135. 7,6.

Brighthelmstone. Margate.

Newton.

I HOW lost was my condition,
Till Jesus made me whole!
There is but one physician,
Can cure a sin-sick soul!--
The worst of all diseases
Is light compar'd with sin;
On ev'ry part it seizes,
But rages most within.

2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this prov'd more distressing,
And added to my pain-
Some said that nothing ail'd me,
Some gave me up for lost,
Thus every refuge fail'd me,
And all my hopes were cross'd.

3 At length this great Physician-
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,

And undertook my case-
Next door to death he found me,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
To tell to all around me,

His wond'rous power to save.
A dying, risen JESUS,

Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,

And saves the soul from death-
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give,
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only-look-and live.
HYMN 136. 8, 7.

Gethsemane. Northamp. Chapel. Love Divine.

Priest.

1 GREAT High Priest, we view thee stooping,

With our names upon thy breast;
In the garden, groaning, drooping,
To the ground with sorrow press'd.
2 Weeping angels stood confounded
To behold their Maker thus !
And can we remain unwounded,
When we know 'twas all for us?
3 On the cross thy body broken,
Cancels ev'ry penal tie-

Tempted souls, produce this token
All demands to satisfy.

4 All is finish'd, do not doubt it,
But believe your dying Lord;
Never reason more about it,
Only take him at his word.

5 Lord, we fain would trust thee solely,
Since for us thy blood was spilt:
Gracious Saviour, take us wholly-
Take and make us what thou wilt.

HYMN 137.

C. M.

Steele.

St. Ann's. Barby.

Saviour. John iv. 42.

1 THE Saviour! Oh, what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich effusion flow,

For guilty rebels, lost in sin,

And doom'd to endiess wo.

3 Oh, the rich depths of love divine,
Of bliss, a boundless store!
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;
I cannot wish for more.

4 On thee alone my hope relies,
Beneath thy cross I fall;

My Lord, my life, my sacrifice,
My Saviour, and my all.

HYMN 138.

L. M.

H. K. White.

Kent. Blendon.

Star of Bethlehem. Matt. ii. 1, 2.

1 ONCE on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd

The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. 2 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem: When suddenly a Star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrali,
It led me to the port of peace.

4 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem;

For ever and for evermore,

The Star-the Star of Bethlehem.

HYMN 139. L. M.

Portugal. Blendon.

Cennick.

Way to Canaan. John xiv. 6.

1 JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone,
He whom I fix'd my hopes upon;
His track I see, and I'll pursue
The narrow way till him I view.
2 The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment,

The King's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
3 This is the way I long have sought,
And mourn'd because I found it not;
My grief, my burden long has been,
Because I could not cease from sin.
4 The more I strove against his pow'r,
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more,
Till late I heard my Saviour say,
Come hither, soul, "I am the way."
5 Lo! glad I come, and thou, blest Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am;
Nothing but sin I thee can give,
Nothing but love shall I receive.

6 Then will I tell to sinners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say, "Behold the way to God."
HYMN 140. 8s.

Uxbridge. New Jerusalem.

Newton.

Matt. xxii. 42. John xx. 28.

1 "WHAT think ye of Christ?" is the test, To try both your state and your scheme; You cannot be right in the rest,

Unless you think rightly of him;
As Jesus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;

So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot.